The Rains Will Ignore

Once again the rains fall on you

even though you sit inside.

I want to be an umbrella for you

but I'm not enough wide.

Im afraid of writing these poems

on you, of you.

Lest you'll read the words and the rains will ignore.

Lest we'll dance in love

to cover the blanket on words.

We will put them to sleep

and they will awaken.

From yet another infinite dream

an unshod prayer.